Sick Bay

Doctor Sarah Attwood, M.D., was busy making entries into her medical log. Ever since the ordeal had started, she had been trying to keep as detailed notes as possible. Her head was bent over the large, cloth-bound journal as she scribbled furiously, every so often pausing to collect her thoughts. A half cup of coffee, now grown cold, rested on the edge of her desk.

A sound in the hallway made her look up.

It was the creature. Standing in the doorway, his massive form filling the opening.

She **** herself to remain calm. Taking a deep breath, she deliberately put the cap on her fountain pen and stood up. The creature made no move. He just stood there watching her. Sarah circled the desk and then knelt in the center of the room, her face tilted upwards, waiting.

Taking the few steps between himself and her, he entered Sick Bay and produced his massive alien cock. The wide head pointed directly at Sarah's face, on eye level. She reached up with both hands, curling her fingers around the thick shaft. It was more like she was holding a tube of salami than a penis. Her fingertips could just barely made contact.

Slowly she stroked that black and gray slab of meat, studying it in clinical fascination. But she knew he had not come there to have his organ examined. Taking another deep breath, she licked the sides of it, getting the length wet, before opening her jaws as wide as possible.

"Awk," she gagged when she first put the head into her mouth, but she pressed on, leaning forward, until the helmet touched the opening of her throat. With both hands wrapped around the creature's cock, like gripping a baseball bat, she started to rock back and forth, sliding her tightly stretched lips along its length.

The creature spread its feet further apart and placed its hands on its waist as it stared down at the top of Sarah's head. The Doctor worked diligently, sucking on that throbbing shlong. Stroking it and squeezing it. Saliva oozed from the corners of her lips as she see-sawed in her kneeling position. She kept her eyes focused directly ahead, staring at his groin to avoid looking up at his terrifying face.

Soon, although to Sarah it seemed like an eternity, the creature bent his knees slightly and started hunching his hips. Sarah shifted around on her own knees, rearranging her position as she intensified her actions. They were in the home stretch and she longed to cross the finish line and be done with it.

The large, talon-tipped hands clasping the sides of her head was her warning that the time was now. Immediately a hot bolt of alien spunk splattered against the back of her mouth. Extraterrestrial sperm poured out, filling Sarah's mouth to capacity and beyond. Quickly and repeatedly she swallowed, trying to keep up with the torrent.

Finally, when the creature was done and his hands fell away from Sarah's head, she pulled her mouth away from the off-world cock. Coughing and gagging, she remained seated on the floor as the creature departed.

Struggling to her feet, she used the coffee to rinse out her mouth, trying to kill the bitter taste of the creature's cum. Then she turned on the water in the sink in Sick Bay, flushing her mouth out even more.

It was an humiliating experience, but she knew that it could have been far worse.